The Inner Circle
as confusing as life can sometimes be
the only glory is that which is gained together,
our words are truth and our music is a reflection of our lives.
a brotherhood of friends bound by a ring of fire
lifting up to what it is and even more what we will make it
our circle, our friends, our ways to laugh and say on the things we see each day.
to see how high and how long
the cradle of our everlasting love of life
we live to feel the southern wind, again
and hear the bird's in the tress
as we look into the mirror, what's inside to see
but six reflections of what THEY would want to be...
p. hunter
6-10-92
for the boys
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